PUNK POETRY: Happy Hour by Olin Wish
We just get done
Picking our health insurance
Mandatory open enrollment
And outside, gray and cold clouds
But no rain
The threat, maybe
Prevents me from staining the
Kid’s playground
Like I’ve talked about doing
The last three weeks
I shuffle off to my den
Like a Thorazine victim
And do crunches
And leg lifts because its
Too cold to go out
Too cold to plant a garden
Check email
Wish for something to say
So maybe I can blog for a living – instead of this
Put little exclamation points in the
Upper right hand corner of the page
Of all the poems I like
And maybe soon go to the library
I’ll need a book to listen to on the way to work tomorrow
And these odometers and overdue
Notices and missed opportunities
Don’t have me. Yet.
I find it hard to believe
People can make a living off advertisement
Till I go outside, till I go where the people do
And see the way they dress
The way they move, and
Talk and ignore each other like marked fire hydrants
Of apathy double parked in a red zone
Double fisted energy drink of cherry
Lip gloss and new tattoo ink
Mushroom clouding stangers on the elevator
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